From the depths of human waste
In agony, in all the distaste.
The larvae is the artist
Who hoped to give you grace.
It morphed it lay
In the system's way.
Where the morals have fallen prey
To lust just as vast as greed.
I can't tell the difference you're all the same to me.
You serve a purpose, you can't comprehend.
Till the end nothing's been written
With your own hand.
Eyes of sand I'se understand.
In cocoon it writhes it bathes in malice
Scorched by envy from the ill and the malevolent.
Cooked in a broth of curses.
They hallow the lords that tell them they're free
They drive any values to obscurity
A pure intention for a man?
It's been lost in this valley of the plague.
And I've been soaked and I've been washed in varieties... of plague.
Leaked inside the swathen home
All I drink is plague, plague, plague, plague
Drag me to the light, how shaken I've become
The torment waning, as drown in plague,my senses failing
Serene and blank
Sharp white noise lingers in the distance
Of this unheard-of sacred ground
Covered in flame that towers the sky
As empty as this goddamned paradise.
It touches everything
And it does not burn it does not cleanse
Not warm nor cold but keeps a hold on a soul
Projected conscience of an inner world.
Scum free world!
Wings of a hideous design break through the walls
As they crumble upon the world at its mercy.
A darkened rebirth with intent so vile
It flashes an image to humans as it smiles.
The premonitions paralyze, you will wait in a nauseous state
For what is coming will never end